Her Color

Her color is a lively red,
that matches her brassy nature.
Rusty blonde wreath upon her head
(please forgive my nomenclature).

She comes on like a fast jazz beat,
touch her and I feel the spark,
a real live wire giving off heat,
and now I'm branded with her mark.

She's got a great sense of humor.
She's a killer, takes my fancy
(I can tell she's no consumer.),
She even reads books by Tom Clancy!

And she sings (so sweet and clear)
catchy songs of elder fame.
Birds stop chirping just to hear.
When can I see her again?